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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
June Days,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Technova,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.