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 Pakistan 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.