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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Nas,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.