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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.