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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.