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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.