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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.