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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
June Days,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.