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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.