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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.