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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.