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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.