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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.