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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.