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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.