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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.