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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.