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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
New Order,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.