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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gap Band to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
the Association,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.