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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.