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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Cecil Taylor 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.