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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
MC5,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.