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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.