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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
cv313,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.