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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.