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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.