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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.