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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Mars,
ABC,
New Order,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.