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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.