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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.