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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Nico,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
The Martian,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.