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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Section 25,
Brick,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.