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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Niagra to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
June of 44,
UT,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.