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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.