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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Monks,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.