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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.