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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.