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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s 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 Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.