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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.