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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
The Index,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
The Associates,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.