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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.