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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Television,
MDC,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.