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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.