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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.