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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.