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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.