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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.