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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Organ,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.