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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Wire,
Television,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.