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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.