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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.