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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
June Days,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.