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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.