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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
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.