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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.