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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.