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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.