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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
New Order,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.