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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.