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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Liliput,
The Index,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.