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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.