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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.