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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Cameo,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.