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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Mars,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.