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 Belarus 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Excepter,
Liliput,
The Remains,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.