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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.