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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.