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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.