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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Hashim,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
UT,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.