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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.