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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.