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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.