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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Japan 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.