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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.