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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.