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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
June Days,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.