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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
MC5,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.