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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Mars,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 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.