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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.