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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.