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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Smog,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.