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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.