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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.