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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.