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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.