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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.