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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.