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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.