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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.