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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.