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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.