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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.