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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Organ,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.