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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.