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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.