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 Greece 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.