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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
DNA,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.