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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.