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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Mars,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.