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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.