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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.