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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.