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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.