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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.