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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Rekid,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.