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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.