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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.