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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
June Days,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.