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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.