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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Magma,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.