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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.