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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.