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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.