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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.