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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s 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 Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Can,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.