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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
AZ,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.