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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Sparks,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.