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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.