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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.