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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 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 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Franke,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.