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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.