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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.