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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Monks,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Franke,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.