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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.