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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
The Sound,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.