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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
AZ,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.