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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Neu!,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.