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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.