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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.