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 Chile 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.