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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.