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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.