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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.