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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.