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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.