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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.