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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.