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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.