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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.