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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Chrome,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.