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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.