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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.