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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.