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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.