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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.