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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.