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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.