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 Guinea 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.