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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '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 Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Technova,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.