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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.