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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.