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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.