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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.