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 Bhutan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.