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 Benin and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.