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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.