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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.