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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.