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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.