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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.