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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.