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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.