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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.