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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.