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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
The Gories,
The Remains,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.