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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Wire,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.