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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.