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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.