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 Marshall Islands 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
the Germs,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.