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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.