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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.