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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.