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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.