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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.