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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Technova,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.