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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.