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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.