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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.