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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 808 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.