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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.