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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABBA to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
X-101,
cv313,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.