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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Pole,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.