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 Lebanon 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.