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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.