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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.