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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.