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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.