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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.