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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.