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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.