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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.