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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.