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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Television,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.