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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.