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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.