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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Ten City,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.