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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Lou Christie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Can,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.