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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.