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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.