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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
cv313,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.