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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.