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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
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.