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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Television,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Skarface,
the Association,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.