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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.