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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Flipper,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.