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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.