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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.