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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Urselle,
Crime,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.