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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Unwound,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.