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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 10cc to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.