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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.