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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.