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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.