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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Selecter to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.