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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.