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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.