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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.