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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Victims,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.