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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.