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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Arcadia 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.