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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.