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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Monks,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Scion,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.