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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
UT,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.