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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Mars,
Faraquet,
UT,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Swans,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.