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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Scion,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.