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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.