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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
10cc,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.