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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.