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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Cramps to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
the Human League,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.