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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.