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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
The Sonics,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.