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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.