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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.