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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.