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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Scion,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Gong,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.