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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.