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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.