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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.