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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.