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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Martian to the crunk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.