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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.