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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.