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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Ossler,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.