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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.