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 Belarus 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.