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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.