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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Q65,
Wings,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.