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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fuzztones to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
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.