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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.