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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.