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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.