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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.