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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.