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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.