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 Swaziland 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Fad Gadget 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Cameo,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.