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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.