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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Monks,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.