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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 JFA to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.