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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
The Fall,
The Remains,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.