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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.