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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.