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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Can,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.