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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.