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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.