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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.