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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.