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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Blossom Toes to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.