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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.