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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Pole,
Kayak,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.