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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Fugs,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Index,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.