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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.