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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Clear Light 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.