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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.