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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Index,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Technova,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.