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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Japan,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.