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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.