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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.