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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
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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.