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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Misunderstood to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.