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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Mars,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Nico,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.