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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.