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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.