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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
CMW,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.