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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Q65,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.