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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.