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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.