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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
The Index,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.