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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Pylon to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Ludus,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.