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 Canada and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.