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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.