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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.