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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.