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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.