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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Pole,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.