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 Luxembourg 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.