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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.