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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.