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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.