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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Slave,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.