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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
New Order,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.