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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.