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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.