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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Can,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.