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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.