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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
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.