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 Kenya 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.