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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.