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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.