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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
cv313,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.