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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Ten City,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.