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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.