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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
X-101,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.