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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.