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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.