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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.