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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.