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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Japan,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.