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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Unwound,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.