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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.