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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Index to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters 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?
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.