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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.