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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Qualms,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.