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 Thailand 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.