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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.