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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.