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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Lyres 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.