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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.