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 Australia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.