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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
PIL,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.