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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Nas,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.