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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.