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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.