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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.