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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.