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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.