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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.