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 Burkina and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Ludus,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.