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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.