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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Can,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Slave,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.