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 India and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Wire,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.