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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.