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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.