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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Magazine,
The Martian,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.