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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.