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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 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 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.