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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Can,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.