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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.