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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.