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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Index,
X-102,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.