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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.