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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
The Slits,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.