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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.