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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Franke,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.