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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.