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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.