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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.