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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock 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 techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.