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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.