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 Indonesia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.