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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.