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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.