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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.