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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.