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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.