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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.