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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.