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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Fear,
Brick,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Slave,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.