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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.