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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Leaves to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.