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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.