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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
X-102,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.