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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.