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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
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.