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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.