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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.