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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.