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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.