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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Magma,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.