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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.