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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Television,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.