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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.