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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.