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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Crime,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.