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 France and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gap Band to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.