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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.