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 Korea North 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.