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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Moebius,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.