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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.