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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.