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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Skriet,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.