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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.