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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 theremin 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Magma,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.