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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Franke,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.