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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.