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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.