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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Can,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.