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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.