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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.