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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
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.