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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Monks,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.