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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.