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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
MDC,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.