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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.