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 Djibouti 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Fear,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.