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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.