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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.