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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Organ,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.