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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Monks,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.