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 Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.