Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.