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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.