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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.