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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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?
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Oneida,
Nas,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.