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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.