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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.