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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers 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?
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.