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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Japan,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.