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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.