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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
JFA,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.