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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.