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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.