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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.