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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.