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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.