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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.