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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.