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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
The Index,
Scientists,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.