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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.