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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.