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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.