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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.