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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.