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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.