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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Kinks to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.