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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.