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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.