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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.