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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.