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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Television,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.