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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.