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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Can,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.