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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Can,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.