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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Fear,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.