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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.