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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.