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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.