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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Technova,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.