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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.