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 Armenia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.