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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Gong,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.