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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.