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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.