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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
X-102,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.