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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.