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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 snare 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.