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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.