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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.