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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.