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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
The Monks,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.