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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.