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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.