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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.