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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.