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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.