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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Organ,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.