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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Ludus,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.