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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.