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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
The Associates,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.