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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.