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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.