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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.