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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.