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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.