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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.