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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.