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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.