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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.