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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.