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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.