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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.