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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.