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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.