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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
cv313,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.