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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.