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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Wings to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.