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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.