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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.