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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.