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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.