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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Franke,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.