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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.