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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.