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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.