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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.