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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers 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?
Ituana,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Franke,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
UT,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.