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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 London and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.