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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.