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 Namibia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.