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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.