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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Q65,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.