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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.