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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.