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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Pagans,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.