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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.