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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.