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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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?
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.