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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
The Evens,
Technova,
Faust,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
UT,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.