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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.