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 France and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.