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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.