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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.