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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
X-101,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.